"What's going on?"
When Liu Baixin heard the emotionless words from the electronic sensor,
he felt that this was deliberately targeting him!!
He had just exchanged a glance with Ling Zhan—just one glance.
Yet he had felt an endless pressure suddenly crash down onto his shoulders.
He suspected that the other party had used some kind of eye technique to pressure him!
But the machine on the arena had detected that he had jumped the gun, yet it had not ruled that the other party had violated the rules by making the first move!
He had only counterattacked because he saw that the machine had not reacted.
Yet he had never expected that he himself would end up being the clown!
He refused to accept this!
Absolutely refused!
Who the hell could accept that!?
Without any hesitation, he turned to the referee and pointed at Ling Zhan. "Referee, he also released pressure ahead of time. Why did the machine only rule that I launched an early attack, but not rule against him?"
Faced with that question, the referee found himself in a difficult position.
He really wanted to say that he had not felt even the slightest bit of pressure from Ling Zhan!
You were the one who inexplicably reacted as though startled, erupting with your own pressure before the countdown had even ended.
And you were blaming me for that?
The members of the various reserve squads nearby also exchanged bewildered looks.
Huh?
Ling Zhan had released pressure too? Why had they not felt it?
But because Liu Baixin was a member of a top-tier squad, no one dared refute him for fear that he would hold a grudge.
Even the referee could not bluntly dismiss him and make him lose face, so he could only turn to General